The Pain within Me

Are you afraid of dying? Or are you afraid of the pain that might come with it? Maybe you're afraid of leaving everyone on the earth or just maybe, you're afraid of what might come in the after life. I never thought about giving my life up for anyone. The question never came past for me to answer it. Maybe it's a sign. The dreams I've been having, the nightmares that haunt me. The things that are in them, it's hard to get your head around.

Waking up, 11:59 every night just as the clock ticks over that one minute. Breathing heavy, looking round as if there was something there. Running my fingers through the roots of my long bleach blonde hair, I closed my eyes and slammed my head on the pillow.

As I awoke, the sun blinded me as I rolled to the side and covered my face with my pillow. I removed the pillow and stared into the distance just thinking about the dream. About what it meant. I heard tapping, like someone was tapping a nail on the ground. The door pushed open as my breathing got heavy. In came this white ball of fluff wagging its tail. Soon to realize that it was Bondi my Pomeranian. He walked over to my bed and sat down looking at me with those big brown puppy eyes. I patted the bed gently. Bondi jumped up and snuggled into my chest as we both fell asleep.

I woke up to barking, then a smash. I sat up and looked through the crack of the door that Bondi left as he walked out. Black shadows walked past. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, like a drummer beating at his drum, so fast he broke that world record one can only imagine they could break. I covered my chest hoping it would help.

I stepped out of bed as my hair fell into place, tilting it so I could see what was going on through that little crack. Walking to the door, I pushed it open. I looked around the room, 5 men in black robes stopped what they were doing to stare at me. I felt the colour drain from my face when I looked at their hands, then came the beating drum again. Staring at their hands and what they held in them. The point of the sharp piece of glass one held, dripping with blood, drip, drip, drip. On my chocolate brown rug, making dark patches. The cable another held with both hands, blue, red, yellow, reflecting light from the sun outside. I looked back up at their faces. There was nothing to look at. The robe covered his head. Pitch blackness where there faces should be. There was nothing to be seen, like there was nothing in there.

I looked over at Bondi; one of the things had hold of him by the throat. I ran to him and grabbed the things hand as it grabbed my throat. He opened his mouth and let out a black gas in which I breathe in. With my eyes and mouth wide open, he dropped me to the floor. As I lie on the cold hard wooden floor, flash backs appear inside my head, Things that I've never thought before, things that you couldn't even imagine. I scream in pain, moving, twitching on the floor. Shaking, trying to take in a breath, I closed my eyes and fell into a dark sleep.

When I wake, I wake into a room filled with pitch blackness and silence. Each time I exhailed I broke that silence. Trying hard not to draw attention to myself, not to make any one or thing come in the room, I move my arms. They were chained together, then again to the chair I was sitting on. The chains were cutting my skin. Eachtime I move they would cut deeper and deeper. I tried moving my legs, but the same thing happened. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to take my mind of the pain. When I opened them a small, thin line of light appeared out of no-where. Trying to figure it out, a click broke the silence, once again. Then came a squeak, soon to relize it was a door.

In the door way stood one of the things in the black robe. Raising its hand, then clentching it's fingers closed, slowly one by one. I didn't understand what was going on. The thing jerked it's hand back a little bit so that there were creases in the sleeve of the robe. The chair started moving towards the thing. My chest started pounding as I got closer and closer.

When I stopped moving, the thing walked towards me. Making very slow, loud footsteps as it did so. When it finally got close, I looked at it's face, well what was there. It's eyes lit up red. As I stared into it's red, blood shot eyes, my head tilted back. I tried to stop it but it was hopeless. The thing ran it's long sharp fingernail down the side of my throat. Cutting me, creating a horrible burning sensation, I scream in pain. Water fills my eyes, trying to scream but nothing comes out.

It's finger now at my forehead making its way down to the tip of my chin, it pushes my head to the side and sinks it's sharp teeth into the side of my neck, just enough to draw blood. This time screaming as loud as I can, I move my hands making the chains dig even deeper into my skin. The thing put its hand on top of my hair. I felt a very painful shock go through my body, I couldn't move a muscle. The thing had paralized me, just enough to make me stop breathing for that split second.

To be continued...

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